My best friend is Keith, and he is about my size at six feet and two inches tall and weighing one hundred and ninety pounds. Sometimes just the guys go out to the bars drinking, but we didn’t do that very much, at least not until we were approaching fifty years of age. We are the same age with our wives being a couple of years younger. We meet for barbeques in the summer and sometimes met to play cards, and we were fortunate that all our wives got along well with one another and with all of us guys.
My friends are also married and have grown children, and we had been able to remain friends and often got together socially over the years. I met her in college, and we have two children who are now grown and living on their own. My name is Ed, and I was fifty years old at the time of this story and married to a lovely woman named Leslie. Most of us went on to college, and only two of my best friends and I were able to get jobs back in the Baltimore area and raise our families here. I had a pretty normal life growing up in the Baltimore suburbs, and since I was active in sports and played football in high school, I had a lot of good friends.
